for him as she squirted and he fucked her, blazed through
his thoughts.
But he forced himself away with a
tremor.
If she came back ...
TWO / ONLY IF YOU COME
BACK
He’d never called her. Not once. Lisa had tried
to convince herself she was glad Gavin hadn’t called. Her indignation had
worked for an entire week, but then as always she’d gotten slowly lonelier and
lonelier. That was her downfall — the lonelier she got, the hornier she got and
in the past that always drove her to Gavin’s door.
She’d never dared let him know she was
horny in the past. She’d just needed to look at him — to be around him … then
she’d go home and have marathon sessions with her vibrator. Always getting
confused in her lustful fantasies whether it was Travis she was thinking about
or Gavin as she made herself come.
Now she was lonely and extremely
embarrassed over the way she’d come so hard, while squirting her passion in a
way she’d never done before. She was so needy, but afraid to admit it. She was
screwed worse than she’d been before. Because now she knew what Gavin was into
— what he expected. Now she knew that he thought of her sexually. Very sexually,
and she couldn’t ignore that. If she went to him now, it would be glaring that
she went to get fucked by her ex brother-in-law.
No hiding that.
It would also mean she went to be tied
down and taken by him. She’d never experienced anything so stunning in her
life. Her desire for it again was nearly uncontrollable. The only thing
stopping her was her need for him to make the first next move … for him to ask
her. She needed him to ... well, come get her.
Lisa looked at her cell phone, daring
herself to call him. Then she growled a frustrated sound and tossed the phone
into the passenger seat of her car. It would make her look like a needy slut if
she made the first move.
Only if you come back.
Was it her he wanted or would any pussy
do? Did she care after the way he made her feel? When she was with him she
never thought about the past. So she’d be his bondage slut for a while. Then
before she knew it, she was in his parking lot, looking at his fancy sports
car. A man who drove a sports car like that would be into bondage, she thought
snottily.
But if he ties you up, it won’t really
be your fault what happens.
Lisa bit her bottom lip, wanting so
badly to go inside, but she couldn’t make herself do it. She wanted Travis back,
not Gavin, didn’t she? If she went up to Gavin’s expensive loft on her own,
things would never be the same. Travis would be wiped away forever.
With tears in her eyes, Lisa pulled her
car back out of Gavin’s parking lot and she sped to a seedy club she knew.
She’d get drunk and find a guy to lay her, then she’d forget about Gavin and
how her brother-in-law tied her up, made her squirt passionately, and made her
climax more brilliantly than any feelings she’d ever had.
Only by one o’clock in the morning,
she’d turned down every guy in the bar that had tried to lay her. Plus she was
smashed. Normally, she had a death wish being drunk and she’d drive anyways,
but the bartender took her keys and told her to call a cab.
That was the last thing she remembered,
until she woke up to a bright light in her eyes with her head pounding from a
roaring hangover.
“ Do you remember telling the cab
driver to bring you here?”
Lisa winced and turned her head on the
bed toward Gavin’s irritated voice. He straddled a chair turned around with the
back between his thighs. His muscled forearms were resting on the top of the
back and she realized it was the chair he’d tied her up in.
His ripped chest was bare and it looked
as if he was wearing running pants, with bare feet, an unshaven jaw, and
intense eyes. The knowledge of what they'd done … their intense sexual session,
rushed between them and her chest heaved. She was going to jump up and run away,
only the moment she tried to move she realized she was